the world was born
from territories that had once
become stone

mapped out by
death and dying
a compass made
from bone

and settlers tilled
the land
till the world was born

it was here
that silence was formed
by the whole of the human word:
boundary

a polluted beauty
new land and water
that had once connected us
broke all unity

now rivers divide us
the hemisphere splits
cracks the earths surface like
soles of weary feet
upon an arid dessert

separated and pulled itself
apart every so slowly till
it ripped stripped and tore

this is when the world
was born.